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 Oct 2013 G C
Anna
I truly don't understand how you do the things you do
You have taken an infant, someone not your own, but a generation down
looked at its little squirming toes
and declared that you would love it

you have taught it the most important values in life
you gave it the greatest secret you have learned in the 77 years of your life
one which I won't tell

your weak body does not represent your strong soul
the biggest heart, one which the cosmos above can't compare

you have lived and seen
the extremes of life

you have done
extraordinary things

you have breathed
the best and the greatest

yet, for a man that deserves so much, a man who even God knows deserve the whole Kingdom itself
somehow,
you humbled yourself so low that you scooped it up in your arms
and raised to a little young women

so thank you
in fact, those words do not describe but then again, what will?
then you taught me how to see them in technicolor
 Oct 2013 G C
Anna
darling,
don't you wish you knew?

that somebody, some angel or devil, will give you a shout out from above
just an alert to tell that your world will fall apart?

so very soon....

and maybe you could have smiled at the bullied kid and given him your peanut butter sandwich
you could have enjoyed every bits of information flooding in your brain
you could have treasured every test, quiz, and teacher
you could have told how beautiful your mom looked today
you could have told your dad that he will always be your role model
you could have given a small kiss on the cheek to your baby brother
you could have hugged your best friend a bit tighter
you could have felt the rain pattering your head
you could have told a stranger that you want them to hold on, be strong

darling, you could have, didn't you
before it all evaporated?
it's never our fault, it seems ...
 Oct 2013 G C
Star Girl
A.
We used to be friends,
You were so talented, especially with your words.
You pulled me one way and another.
I was your puppet.
You cut my strings, until now.
You poke and pull for my attention, even though it kills me.
But, I still see that you are good...

B.
Too tall,
So sad.
I know your sad voice and it makes me cry.
A year, I've known you a year.
You call out when your lonely,
and I heal you for the day.
So sad.
Now I'm sad,
because I keep trying when you keep reaching,
and I get no where.
I'm sorry I try.
But, I still the good in you...

C.
You're a new face,
and I could like you.
You make me laugh,
smile.
You keep me an arms length away because I remind you of her.
You don't want to hurt me,
Because you see I'm hurt.
So you'll hold my hand,
Kiss my head,
and tell me I'm Wonderful.
You're hurt too,
But I see the good in you...

D.
Is where I am.
Alone.
Just me.
Unwanted.
Waiting to be called on.
Afraid.
Not knowing when it will end.
Hurt.
But there is still good in me...
 Oct 2013 G C
avital
what she (sadly) accepted after
quite some (time) is that
with the (leaves) that fell
he (no) longer existed
from across the (room) she remembers
how long she truly had him (for),
and in (fulfilling) what she had wanted for quite some time
he smothered any (dreams) that she might have dreamt the night after
 Oct 2013 G C
Scarlett Bloom
Green
 Oct 2013 G C
Scarlett Bloom
Looking far into raw green
Lay the things I’ve never seen:
There’s bright matter and pure hart,
Magic, chemistry and swart.

Clean vibration, complex smile,
Almost lingers for a while,
That it blows into a song
Molecules of right and wrong.

Then it hits me with despair:
How small am I? Do they care?
Have they noticed what they’ve done?
No…
They haven’t…
Life
Goes on.

— The End —